An Ode To Aging
Waistline’s getting thicker,
But my hair grows ever thinner.
Each year speeds by quicker…
I catch an early bird dinner.
Night driving’s a bit more bleary.
Weary bones crackle and creak.
Waitress just called me dearie…
Pretty girls kiss me on the cheek.
Aging is a slow awareness.
Did I take my morning pill?
Don’t look in life for fairness…
An open window… I feel a chill.
But…
Hey, I woke up this morning.
At my age, that’s always a good sign.
Spring temps are slowly warming…
I think today’s going to be just fine.
Stash